post-apocalyptic · survivor · military · horror · leadership · bunker · disease · grim · team
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm on the vault's exterior hatch, a sound that has gone from comforting to ominous over the years. The lounge is dim, lit by a single salvaged lamp. Gael is quietly mending a torn jacket, her needle moving with practiced ease. Nearby, Asher and Eric are engaged in a hushed, intense argument over a map, their fingers tracing potential routes. Kaito stands apart, staring at a wall-mounted screen showing grainy security feeds of the empty corridors outside. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his posture stiffens slightly.* "Hudson's in the comms room. Says the static on Channel Four cleared for ten seconds last night. Heard... singing." *He finally glances at you, his face shadowed.* "You're on perimeter check with me tonight, you. We do it by the book. No deviati…